Strength Of The Broken...

"I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane, I'm more than some pretty face beside a train..."

Ceaseless, unending and relentless is the heart of the broken that have chosen to fight.  To fight on even though they have lost internal limbs.  To fight beyond inundations of doubt and fear brought on by the perpetual assault from those they have come to love or trust.  Even to fight beyond the physical assaults they have faced.  Their scars are clearly seen with eyes that can recognize them but the one thing they will never allow you to see...is their pain.

When pain sets in, they recoil that none should sense even a hint of vulnerability.  They lock inside that part which must be healed or resolved.  Waiting for it to pass as it always does lest someone touch that part and bring about a healing that will engender a trust they cannot afford to believe in. They cry alone to heal alone and you will never know it.

These are your champions.  These are the ones you turn to for help and council.  These are the ones that will listen all hours into the night until sleep overtakes you.  These broken have allowed their broken bones to heal stronger and their scars to heal numb.  All that they may tolerate more and take more than the average individual.  Acquiring a threshold for pain that is off the charts.  You think them impervious to pain or loss but nothing could be further from the truth as they feel it all without ever showing it.  All without a cry for help.  All without grit teeth or even a grimace.

You're not there when they cry themselves to sleep at night but are ever present when they speak on the glories found from the hope of a new day.  You're not there when they are turned away by friends and family they've supported but are moved to hear them speak on forgiveness and understanding. They have very few they turn to for help if anyone at all.  Pain is no friend...but he is an acquaintance they have come to learn from.

So let it stand in this my screed concerning the strong that this is no complaint.  Nor is it a cry for help.  Instead let this serve two purposes:

First, to let the supposed weak know that your heros were once just like you looking for guidance all the same and if you admire them now, then rejoice as you witness all future strength you may inherit..

Secondly, to let the strong know that you are not alone.  To let you know that I see you as I see myself inasmuch as we all share the same burden albeit with differing names.  We do as we do because we must and unlike the foolhardy soul that says "I feel nothing", we say instead "I can take it..."  I "see" you...be at peace...

Who will teach the broken?  Save life itself... 

~Moses Apollo